Wait."
"Stop?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"Stop everything, or just go no further?"
"Just...just no further."
"Done."
He gathered me into his arms and kissed me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other one caressing down my back, our hearts pulsing out a cadence that the musician in me translated into a concert of lust.
I want to see your tattoos."
"You do, huh?
What will you do with them?"
"Redo them in charcoal, probably."
"And then?"
"Tack them to my bedroom wall."
Bedroom wall?
"Who wouldn't want to wake up to this?
You're so beautiful.
Tammara WebberSay stop, whenever you want to stop. Understand?"
I nodded.
"Do you want to stop now?"
My head moved back and forth to the pillow.
"Thank God.
Stay here tonight, Jacqueline. I need to keep you here, at least tonight. Please.
Tammara WebberHe was in a slow-motion mood-one of my favorites, though it meant i'd be driven crazy before we were done.
Tammara WebberWhy don't you go get in bed?"
I stood, laying my hand on his chest and staring up at him. "Is that a dare?"
He laid one hand over mine and pull me closer with the other. Leaning down, he kissed me gently. "It absolutely is. No falling out of it allowed, though.
He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?"
"Maybe I'm exactly where I should be after all.
The last time someone dried my hair for me was in sixth grade, when i broke my arm."
"How did you break it?"
"I fell out of a tree."
"You fell out of a tree?"
"I think there was a boy and a dare involved."
"Ah.
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